a poem by Swarit Verma

When the river flow
Slow slow and slow
When the wind blows
And the leaves dance
On the chance
When the butterflies smile
On chill pill pile
When the meat roast
My dog boast
So you understood
What is now?
It’s the morning
Wow wow and wow
When the red rays fall down
It’s the sunbeams
Which means
To wake up
And run for the school
In manner of stream
It’s the sunbeams